Cath heh'd. "I'd wager good money old Scratch has his claws in this somewheres," he mused. "And God's not abandoned us. Or no one would've been healed. This is a trial, and here's hoping no one takes the apple. Isn't exactly anywhere to be banished to."
As for the little things. "The more we know about the disasters in the Triangle, the less hope we'll have of getting away. Like I said, the fruit of knowledge isn't always the best. Especially since most of it's just saying we're fucked. I for one, refuse to believe that. So, since there's no clues as to how we're to save ourselves, we'll just have to make it up as we go."
Cath looked away and crossed himself as Sean spoke of the horrors he'd seen. He had to point something out. "These are desperate times, mate," he reminded him. "Good people can do bad things when they're desperate. They're the ones I'm concerned about." That, he knew all too much about. Being led astray by high ideals and sense of hopelessness.
"Amen," he agreed. Not that he was certain his soul was God's, but he was trying. Which was all he could do.
He chuckled wryly at Sean. "Wasn't asking permission," he assured him. "I was just telling you. You coming to the security meeting I've called. I want to get things organized this morning. Might have to do a room by room search for those soddening axes that are missing."